Angelene, she's such a pretty thingAll dolled up in her hip-huggin' jeansMama's heels and her ruby red rougeSneakin' out while her daddy's passed outHangin' out with the wrong crowdShe's got all the right movesAnd she's givin' away little pieces of her innocenceShe don't know what she's lookin' forShe just knows something's missin'

Oh, Angelene, can't you seeWhat you need ain't what you're gettin'Oh, Angelene, you're bein' usedSave some of that love for youAngelene

Angelene is sure that he's the cureHe's got a kind of reckless allureLike a fast ride on the wild sideSo she turns her cheek when he's havin' a mean streakAnd if you ask her real sweetShe won't look you in the eyeAnd she's callin' it love, ah, but there is no resemblanceIt's a drive down a dead end street on the path of most resistance

Oh, Angelene, can't you seeWhat you need ain't what you're gettin'Oh, Angelene, you're bein' usedSave some of that love for youAngelene